A crimson red eye appeared on his palm—at first rolling in every direction, twitching—and then it fixed its gaze directly on the target, as if it were the Dead Eye of the Fallen itself, but if it were everyone here would hve ceased to exist, but it wasn't truly that, just a drop of Dead Eye.
The innocent boy didn't lift his head, but the two men behind him did. The moment they looked at the eye, their bodies froze at the place where they stood. Their eyes shot upward, turning pure white before rolling back down lifelessly.
And at the same time Ibaan felt something deep and sorrowful growing inside him, unbearable with each second. His chest tightened, his eyes almost bulged from the strain, and a sharp pain shot through his body—but it was nothing compared to what he had endured when those creatures had entered him, or when the petals burned had entered his eyes.
